Ooh, I’d be furious! Is he your boss, or a jerk co-worker, Annie-Xmas?
I was thinking it might have been Christy Canyon. She was apparently a famous adult film actress. So I’ve been told.
That’s my guess too. Also, so I’ve been told.
Jerk co-worker, married to the Big Boss. Which explains everything.
His wife got an earful the next day.
Thank you for giving me my new devious plan to use on my sister in law! Brilliant! Muahahaahahahaa!!!
As someone else once said about my Ron: “He’s the only person I know whose friends don’t like him.”
My SiL these past Christmas:
“I just wanted a shirt but gee it was all so cheap there was no way I could buy only what I needed!”
Three blouses, a shirt, a jumper, a dress and two jackets. And that was at only one store, there had been other stores prior to reaching that one.
I know there has never in the whole history of the world two people who agreed completely about how to spend money, but SiL+clothes is something that makes my hands itch for a good knife.
One of my roomies was a Ronette. She was from India, her nick was Mona, which we all agreed fit her to a T as in Spanish it’s got a triple meaning and the last two were her:
- female monkey
- cute girl
- stupid girl
Cute, she was. The IQ of a broken brick, she had
She was in college with a sports scholarship and often whined about not being a professional player; we’d point out that “making enough from sports to pay for your college and your livelihood” does indeed count as “professional” compared with most people in the world, it merely doesn’t count as top rack.
She got paid every two weeks from student-work. Every single time her first stop would be the clothing store; not the grocer’s, not bills… after a month, I started reminding her on payday of the payments she had due, and this helped. She owed money to everybody.
She left her boyfriend for a Norwegian who played in her same school, because “with me beign so dark, although my mother would die if she saw me so dark, haha, and him being so blonde, I think we just look totally cute!” The Norwegian and his Argentinian roomie moved into another apartment in our same complex… or rather, the Argentinian moved there and the Norwegian spent most of the time at our place. When I pointed out that I was paying for half a fridge and wanted half a fridge, Ronette said “you should be grateful he pays for his own food! If you don’t like it this way, move out!” This was a Thursday.
Next day I walk in announcing I’ve already found a new place (a room in a house one hundred yards down the same street, where I stayed for two years… well, not in the room!) and Ronette says “well, I’ll be! Remember to pay me what you owe me, then!”
“You mean to get back the money that you owe me, you mean?”
I then proceeded to prove that she owed me about $300. In front of her friends. While they laughed.
She never paid me back, of course, but given how much she owed to some others, those $300 were petty cash (basically she owed me her part of the last two phone bills and her half of the last rent payment). I’d slashed the power bill in that flat to 1/10 of what it was when I moved in (I never had the windows open with the a/c on, nor the a/c on with the house empty) so what she owed me from that was very little.
Just like Ron to screw that up.
The best thing – he has his “filmography” (mostly stuff like “Guy in Crowd”) on his website, and lists the Dr. Phil appearance, along with its title: “Male Egos: Out of Control!”
I’ve been using, for years, the expression: “All the brains of a scrambled turnip.” I wonder which is stupider: a scrambled turnip, or a broken brick.
Neither. Bag of hair is stupider than both.
How do either of those stack up against a football bat?
They are all Jeopardy contestants compared to:
“Half a bag of Hammers”
Unclviny
I like “thick as a whale omelette” myself.
I always preferred “Dumber than a box of hammers…” with the preferred embellishments of “…labeled ‘One Box of Hammers’…in the back room of a hammer store.”
No no, folks - it’s a box of wet hair, or a bag of hammers. Carrying hammers in a bag is considerably stupider than carrying them in a box.
No, it’s a box of rocks, or a sack of broken hammers.
Let’s take this discussion outside, y’all.
Not the sharpest knife in the drawer, or the sharpest tool in the shed, are among the preferred descriptions, but I’ve always appreciated the simplicity of “being so obtuse.”
For someone who is otherwise intelligent, but has trouble graspng concepts like projected self image, or good decision making…“Her cheese done slid offa her cracker.”
How 'bout “Dumber than a Ron on a weekend.”…?